The Father of Serpents - The Afterlife Symphony lyrics

The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body… The ensemble of pure magnificence, Four artists only dreams can create; The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body… The movement begins As the body swings in larghetto, It is time for the branches to shine In their solo conducted by wind… Let them play, let them play, Let their screech pierce through the night, Appease me, Your only listener For I am For I am here for you, I am here to see the music they make The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body… So perfect – their music, the feeling, the tunes, The swinging body and the voice of the tree. The wind calms down, On to the minuet, And the body swings in ad libitum form, So proud I am with the music, So proud I am with this night, This concert played for me alone… This body was once my home…